“The last tango at Sciences-Po Paris”, the chronicle of Gaspard Proust
There used to be a show that was on MTV called Jackass. The principle was simple: reckless young cretins filmed themselves doing completely stupid things. Fortunately, youth being a perpetual movement never short of ideas, what we lost with Jackass, we found it with Sciences-Po Paris. It seems that young people need to dream and that the more an idea is stupid, the more it is likely to fulfill this dream. At one time, young people dreamed of being Trotskyists. We must have reached there the glass ceiling separating the imbecile impetus temporarily from the incurable cognitive deficit. We were wrong. Wokism passes off Trotskyism for Bayrouism under Prozac.
Thus, at Sciences-Po Paris, the tango teacher was banned because instead of using the terms ” chief “ and “follower”she preferred words ” man “ and ” women “. We will pass on the preference for Anglicism rather than for French, there is more serious. This teacher had the nerve to make the audacious hypothesis that a lift was more graceful when the man lifted the woman than the other way around. All she needed was to admit that, in the tango, it is mainly the man who leads the dance and we would have flirted with the apology of crimes against humanity. It was obviously enough for several little kittens disheveled by this fascism of the waddling of the hips under bandoneon to go and complain to the management and that this one did not react fissa by dismissing the teacher with blows of press releases laid in this luminous verbal tourista called inclusive writing. Who has never experienced a “Generation” can he really claim to have suffered one day?
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After the man with the glass bones, we have just discovered the disease of the young adult with the brain in sugar
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At this time, our thoughts go of course to the victims of this Amin Dada of the lambada for depressives on waxed floors. Have they been sheltered? Has a psychological help cell been set up? The “future republican elite” Will she ever dare to watch Dirty Dancing or Grease without rolling over? After the man with the glass bones, we have just discovered the disease of the young adult with a sugar brain. A Telethon for these people is to be set up urgently. We can only stand idly by in front of these bubble children receiving from an immune system so powerless in the face of stupidity. Quick, three pennies in a kitty who might be looking to find a way to transplant a few IQ points into these drifting minds! We are looking for godfathers and sponsors! If you are a marshmallow or mop maker, we are looking forward to you!
Let’s take a step back. Three years ago, when I was asked to rewrite the text of Saint-Saëns’ Carnival of the Animals, just before the orchestra attacked the piece Pianistes, I said this to the audience: “Pianist’s job is painful… Major challenges await him. So as not to offend anyone, will he eventually have to type on as many black keys as white keys or on the contrary, to atone for a sinister past, only type on white keys? And I’m not even talking about rhythm: if a half note is worth two quarter notes but a round is worth two half notes, does that mean that an overweight person is worth more than four quarter notes? »
In general, people laughed heartily at these veils. Maybe they had a misdemeanor. We will console ourselves with this glimmer of hope: the Minister of Education has warned that the students will not have lessons in the event of a power cut. We pray that this affects Sciences-Po Paris as a priority. Who cut thought that in the 21st century we would find a little light by turning it off in the right places? Respectfully.